Nov 22, 2010

... Cezalandırılan, ama görünmek istedikleri kadar da kızgın olmayan çiftlik hayvanlarının, karanlık ahırlarda çıkardığı tek tük cıyaklamalar işitiliyordu.

Boris Vian demiş, Yürek Söken' de.

tam da böyleyim ha.

Nov 15, 2010

a part from the Joke, book of Milan Kundera.

... all i had left was time. Time I came to know intimately as never before. It was not the time with which I had previously had dealings, a time metapmorphosed into work, love, effort of every kind, a time I had accepted unthinkingly because it so discreetly hid behind my actions. Now it came to me stripped, just as it is, in its true and original form, and it forced me to call it bt its true name(for now I was living sheer time, sheer empty time) so as not to forget it for a moment, keep it constantly before me, and feel its weight.
When music plays, we hear the melody, forgetting that it is only one of the modes of time; when the orchestra falls silent, we hear time; time itself. I was living in a pause. Not in an orchestra's general pause (whose lenght is clearly determined by a specific sign in the musical score), but in a pause without a determined end.